to brushing my hair. If I had a thought at that moment it was, strangely, that I hated my mother even more than I despised her husband. This was the man she had left my father forâthis man who had so little self-control that he had taken her own daughter by force only moments before, and now proposed to make her his mistress! This same man, who had seemed so arrogant and overbearing at the beginning, but now pleaded with me for warmth and a response to his bestial embraces. He could have overpowered me again by sheer brute strength, but no. He wanted more. He wanted responseâthe feigned passion of a whore! Was that the only way a woman could dominate a man? How easy it would be to exploit this man. Yes, and to make my mother suffer too! If I wanted toâ¦
âFor Godâs sake, girl, arenât you going to say anything to me?â He was pleading again, eyes almost haggard now. âWhatâs done is done. I would have preferred it to have happened differently, but I had had too much to drink at the club, and when Tom came storming inââ
For the first time since Sir Edgar had entered my room, a spark of anger pierced my defensive shell of reserve. âDonât speak to me of Tom Wilkinson! To think you sent him to me, knowing Iâd be aloneâto think you considered him good enough for me!â
âNo, girl, no! But how was I to know! By God, I think Iâd kill that young pup if I thought heâd touched you! Didnât I just say Iâd make it all up to you, for everything? Listenââ his voice became feverish, his hands touched my shoulders again as if he could not help himselfââlisten, you shall have everything, anything you want, do you hear? Fine, fashionable clothes, jewelsâwould you like your own horse to ride in the park? A small carriage? Iâm a rich man.â
âAnd how will you explain your sudden generosity toâyour wife?â
Deliberately I hesitated before my choice of a word, and he flushed dully.
âDonât turn hard, girl. Fannyâwell, you donât know her, do you? Sheâsheâs not the same. Always those headaches, dragging me off to dull dinners.â
âDonât you mean that my mother is no longer youngâand I am?â
He could find nothing to say to refute my blunt statement, and I moved away from him.
âPlease, Iâm rather tired now. I think I would like a bath.â
I was trying my power over him already, and we both knew it.
He looked at me, at my body, and I saw his shoulders sag.
âIâllâIâll send Jenks in to you. She wonât talkâowes me too much. Iâll have her move you to the blue room. Itâs larger, and has a view of the park. Andâweâll talk tomorrow?â
âPerhaps,â I said coldly. And for the moment, that was the end of it. He left my room and I was alone again. Automatically, I took my one, ugly flannel dressing gown from the wardrobe and draped it around myself.
âVanity, Rowena! It was your own vanity that caused this to happen.â
Why did I suddenly imagine I could hear my grandfatherâs voice? Deliberately I shut it out. He had educated my mind, but taught me nothing about the world as it was. I had realized, in the space of an afternoon, that I was ignorant in many other ways. All of my education had not taught me to get along with other human beings, any more than my birth and breeding had protected me. For the first time, I realized that I was completely alone, with only myself to depend upon. And yet, somehow I would surviveâand I would use any methods I could think of to do so.
Two
How can one describe the passing of time? Light and shadeâpatterns seen through a kaleidoscopeâ
I blossomed forth, like a butterfly from a cocoon, taking, as one of my many later admirers said, all London by storm. Iâm sure he exaggerated, although my sudden transformation from